Siri posted a few weeks ago about her family's "Closing of the Door" - the first day on which the home door stays closed all day, and thus begins the mark of a season of doing so. I've been thinking about that a lot since I read her thoughtful words. At our home, the season is similarly marked by the closing of our sunporch. For a month or so, we've been closing it when the sun goes down. And then slowly, it's been closed on cooler days, and now - just this week, looking out there it appears as though it's time this season is officially over - the floor is cluttered with hats and mittens, rain boots, and other cool weather gear - signs of the season. We won't really 'live' in that space again until late spring. The photo above is from one day last week when it was still warm enough to be out there - even though the space is small, we were all drawn to be there, feeling the warm sun from inside. I always get a little sad saying goodbye to that cozy space, but I also love the feeling of it being officially 'closed', and of hunkering inside in the warmth, clad in slippers and wool socks and the warmth of the fireplace and each other.
Corners of My Home on Flickr here.
